You've torn me, ripped me, and hit meI bleed from the wounds on my skinYou've floored me, kicked me, and slit meBut you've not broken the spirit withinMy tank is depleted, not emptyI rise back, glowing with sweatFight? Oh yes, I've got plentyYour smugness will turn to regret  

As I sit upon the meadow,a dreamlike world at ease,the rushes, elms, and grasses,caressed by lazy evening breeze.The sunset glows on honeyed towers,the gentle river flows behind,if only this could last forever,if only nothing preyed upon my mind.But I know they're coming,soon a rabble through the gate,vicious thugs come to smite me,and condemn me to my fate.I spoke truth to power, yes I did,but the power spat it back,an e...

Dear G-d…… Dear G-d…… … Dear G-d… …This is how I addressThe King of the Universe.With hesitation,Trembling and Awe, andUncertainty that my KingEven has an open court. My King of the Universe.My King of My Universe.Where are you?I climb the mountains,Swim the seas,Stumble into the trenchesFor you. To find you.And I miss you every time. I feel the Air’s whispers--For only a brief moment--As It breezes past me on My Expediti...

I'm feasting at this the table of life,No knife no fork just a blunt knife.My plate is filled and I can't get through fast enough,I'm filled but the waiter willing adds more stuff.There heaps of lovely meat burnt, black and bitter,There's vegetables too: all trying to turn me into a quitter.I eat as fast as I can but more obstacles appear,My plate seems to never get clear.I look around hoping for a fork or even a spoon,Th...

It doesn't even matter what you say I'm emotionally and physically drained It's just another crazy dayNothing lost and nothing gained Here I am with the walls closing inNo words ever to sayLife is feeling like a tailspinYou never can meet me halfway I wish that you could seeWhat your actions do It's absolutely killing meI really don't love you You say you will try harderIt's the same old shitYou never seem to botherYou ev...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Run, run,And I'll let you pass;You can catch me,I'm the gingerbread lass.But I don't care if you're fast;I'm slow,'Cos I'm going the paceThat my feet can go.You said I couldn't,But I say "I WILL!",Whether it's downOr all up hill.And you can take itUp the big, fat shitter,'Cos I am strongAnd I'm not a quitter.Walk, walk,Walketty...

I'm that girl the one that's loud only because  I'm afraid of not being heard I'm that girl The one that's always smiling because  If I don't the pain will become unbearable... again I'm that girl the one that tells people they're beautiful because I know how it feels when you don't feel beautiful I'm that girl the one that's afraid people will leave so I push them away because I'd rather not have my heart broken I'm that...

Lay your beating heart by mine Cross your fingers intertwine Search your soul for hidden sign Toss the straws and fall in line. Rest hope’s head upon your bed Have no tears left to be shed Sleep not on this path we tread Read the notions left unsaid. When you tire keep it in If you stop you won’t begin Journey to yourself within Find what’s needed to fit in. When you’re wretched, when you’re sad You’ll see men in same clo...

I've given up on living forever. I can't stand up to the struggle. Everything I've dreamed up is a memory. There's nothing left for me here. I remember when I cried And you came to comfort me. You wouldn't be content to let me lie, But you didn't understand me. Why do I give up on living this life? Why do I give up tonight? When the rock breaks, And the earth shakes, When everything I've built just fades away. When all th...

Between one broken beat and the thunder of the next Her heart swings wide like a old door on rusted hinges A peek inside reveals a crisscross network of scars half healed wounds and the faint trace of tomorrow's tears Soft warm throbbing testament to a life lived Scars on top of scars like lines drawn on a map Telling a tale of a battlefield littered with hope and despair Echos of courage heard in the thump of her next ca...

Chapter 56 Twenty Years Later LEVIR. My name is Levir, I am originally from the planet of Crumbling Rose of Andromeda Galaxy, forced into exile with the rest of my Duhi order, or, rather those, who survived. We have moved to the planet of Lira to escape the persecution for breaking the Law. Twenty years ago Izumrud (Zumi), the de-facto leader of Crumbling Rose who helped to overthrow the unfair Law, was killed by a rival...

Chapter 51 The Golden Rain “Maybe because you all know more than I do!” I answer loudly to the child, but no one is surprised. “Thank you.” Is heard behind us. I turn around, startled, and it is Yasen, transparent, just like Verba. He addressed his “thank you” to Kallitris. I’m astonished at this turn of events, as if one can get any more astonished with these folks. This is when the crowd starts yelling and cheering in h...

It wasn’t flashy. Not even a defined moment. There and gone as I slept, the world passed, and so did he, slipping from existence like the occurrence of a second, of a minute of any day. To say I cried is an understatement. Heart wrought from my chest, my spirit grieved, as I underwent one of thousands of tiny deaths, experienced each time these abnormal things happen. Picking myself out of the cracks and woodwork of the f...

A whole different world-a world with layers and chambers.Things swirl around-blue and purple smoke,pink and red sweetness,yellow and green tartnessrainbows of confusionand blackness deeper than space.There is no key to this world,you have been locked out-for fear you will destroy it,and release the blackness into all of it-all the layers,all the chambers.If you want in, you must fight-a long, tiring struggle for one world...

This musing only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Sometimes I feel that the world is a graceless place. Well, alright, I always feel that. For me, every day is a task that I cannot look forward to. But there is no way to rearrange my knickers drawer in procrastination of meeting the morning (or afternoon, on my days off), and I am lacking the ability to pull a sickie and tell...